condiment crime revenge
During our family holiday this year (we drove our honda accord down to the dordogne and rented a gite) there were a few arguments about butter in jam and the like. For me there is little more annoying or disgusting than opening up a jar of the preserve of your choice and finding those little swirls of margarine/butter sullying the pristine sugar and fruit goodness. Toast crumbs in the butter? Ugh.

Anyway missus mersault was taunting me with a buttery knife and then proceeded to dunk it in one of the little 'tester' jars of jam so very generously left for us in the gite kitchen.

She knew this was winding the bejeezus out of me and then calmly suggested she was going to do the same with a large jar of French apricot jam was had purchased the day before. At this point I lurched forward, dipped my index finger in the jar, swirled it around, sucked the jam off of my finger and shouted 'pick that out, motherfucker!'


(I didnt really say 'motherfucker', we have two kids and that would have set a bad example non?)
(mersault, Mon 21 Sep 2009, 12:31, Reply)